GENERATION GAP. AN UNENDING MAP!
I wonder what generation gap is
The kid who grows on my lap at ease
How one day suddenly give me a slap
Taking my nerves all of a sudden
I cannot comprehend what is hidden
For which he refute to give me a clap
What flaw I rendered while engrossed in his upbringing
What is exactly missing?
Why I am clouded with despondence for his misbehaving!
I cannot rule out, I am too a product of the present
I am too captivated in the precinct of past and its essence
I failed to evaluate the changed form of present
Instead of gift, I ignored the gravity of present from my nascent!
Thus generation after generation the gulf increases
None could admire, none could endure ones advances
It never ceases
But the limitation of life enfolds and expose
Everything in the mundane world has a due tenure
None can cross its limit
Though mortals consider sky is the limit
Regarding their growth and visions
How helpless they are in terms of their introspection!
What lies within them?
They consider it as an axiom to name
Accordingly they only accustomed to fathom
Moment they failed to gauge
The situation appears moribund; they express their grudge and disgorge
They conveniently pass the buck, ignoring all blemishes
It is the next generation who are responsible for all ruckuses!
Alas! There is always a lament
There will be never a bridge to cement
As long we indulged to be eclipsed by the past
Generation gap, an excuse we only love to foment with aghast
Always blaming the bud
Not allow it to bloom with regard
Nip it in the bud is our favorite call
Suppress all upheaval, decimate all prevalent protocol!
How many of us seriously ponder
When the child in mother’s womb
Receives the impulses of external in rapture and groom
Its heart develops in the fetus
Receives the developed impulses in galore
Moment it descends in nature’s floor
It stars its journey with new roar!
Inevitably there will be an infringement
With our available vision, which love to remain stagnant?
We love the child only emulates us
Failing which, we love to term them as rebellious
How narrow our vision itself
Yet we blame the generation gap, ignore to delve
Escape becomes the only route we admire and dealt
Not ready to buy our own fault
We love to be contented, not recognizing our guilt
Past only we allow propounding on us, our only resort
We are passionate with our own dice and snort!